Today Frans has been gone 10 months. This past weekend, as I was cleaning the house, this poem started to form in my mind. Feel free to use it with groups or share it with others who are bereaved. You can send them the link or copy and paste.
Simple questions
by Reinekke Lengelle
First the questions are large
and vague,
how will it be without him
how do I sit with this and not seize
is there a reason for any of it
why can the conversation never be complete
unanswerable widths and depths
You just have to live it,
I think that is what the wise ones say.
Saturday morning dusting and fidgeting in the house
I find traces of him everywhere
and the questions seem simpler,
how long do you keep shaving cream
does the photo stay by the bed
will the sight of someone’s grey hair stun me again
the answer, if I’m still asking must be,
today, for sure.
